Thursday: Genderbending/fuckery

[gladdecease]

Ranma's always had those genderswapping issues. Naruto can turn into a girl at will. And what about those supernatural beings who are beyond the concept of gender? Or the fact that the Doctor can (theoretically) regenerate as a woman?

That's right, today's theme is screwing with gender! Take a character's gender and swap it, remove it, or just turn it on its head.

Just keep the rules in mind:

• No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
  
• No more than five prompts in a row.
  
• If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
  
• No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
  
• Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!

For a single fandom:

Supernatural, Anna, angels are genderless, but she's spent the last twenty years being female
Doctor Who, Jack/choice, being male or female has nothing to do with pregnancy in the 51st century

For a crossover:

Ranma 1/2/Sailor Moon, Usagi + choice, you fell in the Spring of Drowned what?

None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!

tag = genderbender

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we come to be.

[jazzypom.livejournal.com]

Another day, another mission, and afterwards, the Young Avengers would sit around their war table (they 'rescued' it from the ruins of the Avenger's mansion), and do a postmortem. Sometimes, it was better than going over the points of a pop quiz and finding that you passed. This was one of those times.

"Billi, good spell casting," Eli said, and Billi smiled sheepishly before leaning into Dora's touch. Normally, Eli would call them out on PDA, but today, she decided to let it go. They were what they were, it didn't detract from their superheroing, and it worked for them. After a few minutes of to and fro, the conversation animated, as it normally was at this point in time as they critiqued each other's moves and shortcomings.

"Tommi, it won't hurt if you just stop flirting with everyone. Seriously. Desperation isn't sexy."

Tommi gave Christian her patented blank stare, hair and eyebrows silver in the light, her eyes a guileless green. However, Christian only shrugged it off, too accustomed to Tommi's manner to care.

"Any other concerns?" Eli only sighed as the air fluttered and tugged around them; in a blink,Tommi now back at the table armed with OPI nail polish. Her hands splayed across its surface, applying polish to her nails, in a colour reminiscent of algae which grew at the side of ponds.

Kyle, with a nonchalance that Eli could only admire, reached over, gently held Tommi's wrist and brought her hand close to his face, tilting and froing it under the lights for a closer look. "This colour shouldn't exist in nature."

Tommi sent Kyle a look from lowered lashes, her voice a purr. "It's this season's colour," she splayed her fingers against the surface of the table, long and delicate. "Admit it, you like."

Kyle, all easy grin, and warm blue eyes, topped by the confidence of his Dad owning half of New York, played up the charm. "I might."

The rest of the work is here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/128800).

It came out weird. You've been warned.